Entries By Emily Syd
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sparkling
The bottle teased her. It mocked her. Its smooth and slender body seemed to sparkle, like it knew her. It was smiling, knowing she could never resist the liquid that it held.
Posted By Emily Syd On 01.11.2012 @ 7:57 pm
glimmer
She prays for a new year Not damp with tears Or rank with hate As the small strand of glitter falls on her nose And the final countdown begins She prays for a new year, a new life
Posted By Emily Syd On 01.02.2012 @ 9:38 am
half
I feel half as good half as wise half awake I feel half as proud half as happy half of me
Posted By Emily Syd On 09.29.2011 @ 12:07 pm
offer
She gave me a choice to do what I thought was right. And I chose. I chose what I thought I knew best, what was right. But I took the wrong offer. And I lost her.
Posted By Emily Syd On 08.30.2011 @ 12:17 pm
silk
Silk is such a cliche in my mind. Skin as smooth as silk. Warm as silk (okay, maybe not that as much). But still, silk is a cliche I will rarely use…unless of course I’m actually writing about silk. Ugh, I’m such a walking contradiction.
Posted By Emily Syd On 08.24.2011 @ 12:25 am
sinking
shinking shinking ship that’s all I can think of My mother just had her braces taken off but that’s how she would have said it
Posted By Emily Syd On 08.22.2011 @ 8:44 pm
The little boat chugged it carried my heart aboard the ship my small heart was kept until one day a cloudy day the sky got mad and the clouds they fought til they were black and grey my heart was lost in the battle, unnoticed into the water sinking beating its very last beat
Posted By Emily Syd On 08.22.2011 @ 11:22 am
poison
a poison in my mouth a copper taste
a poison in my mind makes me hate my self my arms my legs my body
the poison never seeps from my skin never escapes just lingers, tortures relentless
Posted By Emily Syd On 08.21.2011 @ 11:51 pm
transport
The music flows throughout my mind, ebbing and flowing. It pushes up against the sides of my brain, swimming in the cerebral fluid, playing with my thoughts and senses. The music is in control. When it finishes, it packs up it’s notes and continues to flow out of my ears, nose, mouth, eyes. The music makes a home in my body.
Posted By Emily Syd On 08.20.2011 @ 4:07 pm
